burst! A top-level boss appeared on a variety show and was targeted by the movie king

Sang Si also turned around, and the video playing on the screen in his hand caught Su Yu's eyes.

Su Yu looked at the husky jumping on the phone screen and couldn't find a way to get out...

【As long as I am not embarrassed, others will be embarrassed. 】

[Su Yu: I can dig out three bedrooms and one living room with my toes. 】

A moment of silence passed by! ! ! !

Su Yu twitched the corner of his mouth: "It's nothing, it was a mistake."

Damn, this is so embarrassing! !

"People think you are saying he is confused." A voice came from behind.

Lu Qingfang, wearing a thin black sweatshirt and black pants, inserted himself between Lingxi and Sangsi, and the three of them walked side by side.

Sang Si looked at Gu Qingfang strangely. There was a lot of space beside him, so he had to squeeze in the middle?

What a special hobby is this!

Gu Qingfang didn't know what Sang Si was thinking, but saw Sang Si looking at him with a big smile on his face.

Sang Si paused for a moment, then moved away as if nothing had happened.

Su Yu gritted his teeth and looked at the three people standing side by side in front of him, feeling as if anger was hitting cotton in his heart.

The anger didn't come out, but it rebounded a lot.

Very aggrieved.

"Hey, you came quite early. Are you hungry? Do you want to have breakfast first?" Zheng Yilang looked at the few people who had arrived late and couldn't help but feel weird.

"Okay!" Gu Qingfang didn't know how to be polite at all, and nodded solemnly: "I don't ask for much, just a fried dough stick and a cup of soy milk."

"Fuck you." Zheng Yilang almost picked up the slippers and threw them away.

The two have known each other for ten years.

But Director Zheng still got angry when he saw Gu Qingfang's face.

It reminds me of the scene when I was forced to bring him breakfast every day in college.

Lu Qingfang pulled up the chair, sat down against the armrest on Sang Si's left hand, and said slowly: "If you can't afford it, you can't afford it, and you'll get angry from shame."

Director Zheng snorted coldly to express his dissatisfaction.

"Director Zheng, do you have any other tasks?" Lingxi lay on the back of the sofa. He had been holding concerts abroad before, and participating in this variety show was already a rare leisure time for him.

If possible, he really wanted to sleep until he woke up naturally.

It’s really been a long time since I slept in.

"Hehe, today's task is very simple." Director Zheng smiled evilly: "It is just to be an ordinary salesperson. I believe that with your eloquence and strength, it will be quite easy."

"Director, please stop giving us high hats." Shao Wenci said lazily, "Just tell us."

Anyway, he has seen clearly that this director is definitely not as simple as he seems on the surface.

My heart is dark.

Maybe he will use some tricks to torture the guests again.

"Today's task is to go to the market to sell hawthorn. The reward will be based on how many program sets the guests sell." Director Zheng narrowed his eyes.

Almost all of the people present were wealthy and handsome. Not to mention setting up street stalls, even buying fruit would be delivered to their door by air.

Want them to set up a street stall?

Do you understand the market price?

The most important thing is, do you dare to sacrifice your dignity to hawk?

It would be weird if it didn't make a joke.

"How many pounds? Is there a prescribed selling price? Should we group them together or together? How to get there?"

Sang Si's questions one after another made everyone in the audience stunned.

Director Zheng's smile as he was waiting to watch the show fell. He looked at Sang Si and the corners of his mouth twitched.

No way.

Are there no hidden bugs?

"Three yuan and a half a pound, a total of 75 pounds. Each of you wants to sell pounds. How to get there? Of course you will go by tractor. You can think of a way to drive it yourself." Zheng Yilang said angrily.